Todd

… watched with disappointment as the dog trotted away. He had hoped he would have caught an unsuspecting Kwik Trip employee stumble upon his strategically placed firework stash on a routine garbage dumb just in time to watch it explode into a thousand fascinating colors, but, A dog will have to do, he thought, and pressed the little red button on the standard remote control courtesy of the “Hilda’s Humungous Heat Wave” value pack.
Roscoe stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes focused down his snout to where the cylinder was clenched. Sparks began to spurt from the end of the cylinder. Unimpressed, and even startled by the wide array of colors, the hound quickly dropped his prize. His mouth burned and ashes covered his whiskers. There was only one thing to do and with a whimper Roscoe ran blindly and furiously away from that spot stopping to find himself at the front door of the Kwik Trip leaving Hilda’s Heat Wave spinning violently behind with a sour taste in his mouth.